i was officially hired today. i just might be the only straight man working in the fashion industry. well, my boss is straight too. and i'm not sure about one of the interns... okay, so maybe i'm not as unique as i thought.

i'm not happy about the pay. it's the least i've ever made in my entire 2.5 years as a working hombre. i seriously believe i'd make more money jabbing weiners at gray's papaya. but, in the words of my friend i had lunch with, i'm the "only person we know that's doing what you're passionate about"... am i passionate about it? i don't think so. but i'd learn alot and gain some skills i may be able to apply to my future passion.

how can i make some money on the side? my parents have a professional silk screening machine back in washington... my dad likes to buy random, cheap stuff he finds... i was gonna try to bring some basic parts, so i can start making some t-shirts here in my apt... but i forgot. plan B? wait for money to fall on my lap.

money, work, responsibility...
enough about that stuff.

i think i'm a reality show addict. it's just too easy to live vicariously through these bold, semi-good-looking people. and it's just too fun to think how dumb these people are. at least, they're bold and (semi) good looking.

okay. that's it. i gotta sleep because...
you know...
the W-word.